You Know, Life Is What You Make

You Know, Life Is What You Make Of It- So Beautiful Or So What.

In The Clearing Stands The Boxer, And A Fighter By His Trade. And He Carries A Reminder Of Every Glove That Laid Him Down... Or Cut Him Till He Cried Out In His Anger And His Shame "i Am Leaving! I Am Leaving" But The Fighter Still Remains.

Kodachrome, It Gives Us Those Nice Bright Colors Gives Us The Greens Of Summers Makes You Think All The World's A Sunny Day, Oh Yeah! I Got A Nikon Camera, I Love To Take A Photograph So Momma, Don't Take My Kodachrome Away.

And I Must Be What I Must Be And Face Tomorrow.

Having A Track Record To Live Up To And The History Of Successes Had Become A Hindrance. It Becomes Harder To Break Out Of What People Expect You To Do.